I Will Always Be the Same
By Anime Queen
Before I let yall to the fic, I would like to say the following to my wonderful reviewers: yall are doing a terrific job, keep it up, you made this fanfic possible. (Cuz I need feedback from my other stories to keep me going, ya? Don't let me down!! ^_^ )
Dedicated to all Seto/Mai fans out there, enjoy!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, if I did. nah, I won't tell ya!! Enjoy the fic!! R&R PWETTY PWEASE!!!!! ^_^
AN: This story takes part before any of the characters compete in the duelist kingdom, and it is told from Mai's POV.
=.= - Mai's thoughts.
Chapter 1 - So Many Weirdoes On the Planet
"Hey, Mai!" somebody shouted after me as I was heading out of the school and into the parking lot towards my car. "Wait up!"
I turned around to see a group of people running towards me. I stopped and waited for them to get to the place where I stood. =What do they want?= I thought in annoyance. =It's not like I don't have places to be.=
The group has reached me now, and I looked at their faces, expecting them to say something.
"So, Mai," the blond boy said with a smile, "Are you doing anything this afternoon?"
I gave him a surprised stare. I didn't even know who he was. =Maybe he's that kid from two seats back in chem.=
"Do I know you?"
The boy grinned even more.
"You don't know me? I'm Joey, I'm in your chem class. These are my friends, Tristan, Tea and Yugi."
I raised my eyebrows. =Why were these guys talking to me? Didn't they have enough people in their group? What did they want from me?=
"And what is it that you want?" I asked him in a neutral tone, trying not to glance at my watch.
"Nothing, we just thought that you would like to hang out, you know?"
=Hang out? Why do they even bother to ask? I never hang out with them, they know that. I don't even give a damn about them.=
"I have an engagement," I told them flatly. "Good day."
And with that, I turned around, ready to leave.
"Maybe some other time!" I heard Joey shout after me before I got into my car.
I started the engine and pulled out from the parking lot, the conversation I just had totally forgotten in the back of my mind. =I guess there are just too many weird people on the planet.= That was my last thought before I pulled out onto the street. In short while I reached my house. Parking the car in the garage, I heard the voices of my parents shouting in the living room. =Whatever.= I thought as I walked through the back door, and grabbed a snack from the refrigerator before heading up to my room.
The noise from the living room seized. =Great, now they know I'm here.= I sat at my desk and chewed on the chips. Sure enough, there was a nock on my door, and I made my way to open it.
"Mai, honey," my mother started, but I cut her off with a wave of my hand.
"It's ok. I got used to it," I told her, referring to the fight she had with my father.
"No, it's not ok," she sat down on the edge of my bed, while I remained standing at the door. "We're planning on getting a divorce."
I only raised my eyebrows and rolled my eyes. I was prepared for that. I only wondered why they didn't decide so sooner.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" she then asked me.
"What do you want me to say?" =She needs a reality check. Dad doesn't love her anymore. Can't she see that?=
"Aren't you upset?"
"Look, mom, just tell me what's going to happen next." I knew I sounded a little selfish, but I was no good at these things. =Besides, I always knew this would happen.=
"Me and your father will figure something out," she said before she headed out the door, and I shut it after her. =Hope I didn't hurt her.=
I heard the phone ring in the kitchen, but I knew it was for one of my parents. No one ever calls me. All I do is listen in on my parent's conversations. =The only reason I even have a phone.= I thought and smiled to myself. =Keeps me from going insane.= I picked up the receiver that I always kept off the hook, and sat down in my leather chair.
"Hello?" I heard my mother say downstairs.
"Hello, this is Dan Hillson from Fingers Furniture. Is Mr. Valentine available?"
"May I ask what this is about?"
"It's about the purchase he made at our store last week."
"Hold on just a second."
And then I heard my mother yelling at my dad, while he just spoke into the phone. =Dad's in trouble again.=
I let the phone drop onto the surface of the table soundlessly and just closed my eyes. =What's going to happen to me now?=
By Anime Queen
Before I let yall to the fic, I would like to say the following to my wonderful reviewers: yall are doing a terrific job, keep it up, you made this fanfic possible. (Cuz I need feedback from my other stories to keep me going, ya? Don't let me down!! ^_^ )
Dedicated to all Seto/Mai fans out there, enjoy!!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh, if I did. nah, I won't tell ya!! Enjoy the fic!! R&R PWETTY PWEASE!!!!! ^_^
AN: This story takes part before any of the characters compete in the duelist kingdom, and it is told from Mai's POV.
=.= - Mai's thoughts.
Chapter 1 - So Many Weirdoes On the Planet
"Hey, Mai!" somebody shouted after me as I was heading out of the school and into the parking lot towards my car. "Wait up!"
I turned around to see a group of people running towards me. I stopped and waited for them to get to the place where I stood. =What do they want?= I thought in annoyance. =It's not like I don't have places to be.=
The group has reached me now, and I looked at their faces, expecting them to say something.
"So, Mai," the blond boy said with a smile, "Are you doing anything this afternoon?"
I gave him a surprised stare. I didn't even know who he was. =Maybe he's that kid from two seats back in chem.=
"Do I know you?"
The boy grinned even more.
"You don't know me? I'm Joey, I'm in your chem class. These are my friends, Tristan, Tea and Yugi."
I raised my eyebrows. =Why were these guys talking to me? Didn't they have enough people in their group? What did they want from me?=
"And what is it that you want?" I asked him in a neutral tone, trying not to glance at my watch.
"Nothing, we just thought that you would like to hang out, you know?"
=Hang out? Why do they even bother to ask? I never hang out with them, they know that. I don't even give a damn about them.=
"I have an engagement," I told them flatly. "Good day."
And with that, I turned around, ready to leave.
"Maybe some other time!" I heard Joey shout after me before I got into my car.
I started the engine and pulled out from the parking lot, the conversation I just had totally forgotten in the back of my mind. =I guess there are just too many weird people on the planet.= That was my last thought before I pulled out onto the street. In short while I reached my house. Parking the car in the garage, I heard the voices of my parents shouting in the living room. =Whatever.= I thought as I walked through the back door, and grabbed a snack from the refrigerator before heading up to my room.
The noise from the living room seized. =Great, now they know I'm here.= I sat at my desk and chewed on the chips. Sure enough, there was a nock on my door, and I made my way to open it.
"Mai, honey," my mother started, but I cut her off with a wave of my hand.
"It's ok. I got used to it," I told her, referring to the fight she had with my father.
"No, it's not ok," she sat down on the edge of my bed, while I remained standing at the door. "We're planning on getting a divorce."
I only raised my eyebrows and rolled my eyes. I was prepared for that. I only wondered why they didn't decide so sooner.
"Aren't you going to say anything?" she then asked me.
"What do you want me to say?" =She needs a reality check. Dad doesn't love her anymore. Can't she see that?=
"Aren't you upset?"
"Look, mom, just tell me what's going to happen next." I knew I sounded a little selfish, but I was no good at these things. =Besides, I always knew this would happen.=
"Me and your father will figure something out," she said before she headed out the door, and I shut it after her. =Hope I didn't hurt her.=
I heard the phone ring in the kitchen, but I knew it was for one of my parents. No one ever calls me. All I do is listen in on my parent's conversations. =The only reason I even have a phone.= I thought and smiled to myself. =Keeps me from going insane.= I picked up the receiver that I always kept off the hook, and sat down in my leather chair.
"Hello?" I heard my mother say downstairs.
"Hello, this is Dan Hillson from Fingers Furniture. Is Mr. Valentine available?"
"May I ask what this is about?"
"It's about the purchase he made at our store last week."
"Hold on just a second."
And then I heard my mother yelling at my dad, while he just spoke into the phone. =Dad's in trouble again.=
I let the phone drop onto the surface of the table soundlessly and just closed my eyes. =What's going to happen to me now?=